The Summer of the Server

To everyone except

The most post-partisan observer

I think we’ll soon be calling this

“The Summer of the Server”

As we can all attest

No matter what our rank or station

Technology holds equal parts

Of progress and frustration

I’ve tweeted things, regretfully

I quickly wished I didn’t

And curse Comcast because

My internet is intermittent

Now Hillary has learned

To be connected on the go

Means every little quid

Goes hand in hand with eating quo

She thought that she was being

Slickly subtle, wise and clever

Well, paper can be burned

But, darling, e-mail is forever

She said she found it tough

To have to deal with two devices

But quickly, we found out

That’s just the way baloney slices

30,000 e-mails

About wedding guests and yoga?

I sense a fall like Arnold’s

After Ft. Ticonderoga

Insisting what she did was neither

Criminal nor sloppy

She took the extra step

And gave her counselor a copy

Now just between us two

I wouldn’t call that strict adherence

And last time that I looked

Her lawyer didn’t have a clearance

Because of this, her Ladyship

Is floundering again

And you thought you had problems

Moving up to Windows 10